IGNORANCE...........1 By ignorance and poaching poverty, Dungeon
ILL.................7 And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. Female Vagrant But ill it suited me, in journey dark Female Vagrant Were not for me, brought up on nothing ill; Female Vagrant Ill was I then for toil or service fit: Female Vagrant Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; Goody Blake I thought he knew some ill of me. Last of the Flock "If Susan had not been so ill, Idiot Boy
ILLIMITABLE.........1 Roaming the illimitable waters round; Female Vagrant
ILLS................1 And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant
IMAGE...............7 Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti Image of LEWTI! from my mind Lewti Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind, Lewti Nay, treach'rous image! leave my mind -- Lewti Nay treach'rous image! leave my mind -- Lewti Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! Lewti The image of a poet's heart, Near Richmond
IMAGES..............1 More terrible images there. Convict
IMAGINATION.........1 Of younger imagination have kept pure, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
IMITATIVE...........1 Mars all things with his imitative lisp, Nightingale
IMMEASURABLE........1 Peaceful as some immeasurable plain Female Vagrant
IMMORTALITY.........1 Should share in nature's immortality, Nightingale
IMPART..............1 No voice did they impart -- Ancyent Marinere VI
IMPATIENT...........1 The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd, Female Vagrant
IMPELS..............1 A motion and a spirit, that impels Tintern Abbey
IMPRESS.............3 "Which of themselves our minds impress. Expostulation Which on a wild secluded scene impress Tintern Abbey The mind that is within us, so impress Tintern Abbey
IMPRESS'D...........1 By the first beams of dawning light impress'd, Female Vagrant
IMPREST.............1 How rich the wave, in front, imprest Near Richmond
IMPULSE.............2 By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite One impulse from a vernal wood Tables Turned
IN................282 We hail'd it in God's name. Ancyent Marinere I In mist or cloud on mast or shroud Ancyent Marinere I All in a hot and copper sky Ancyent Marinere II About, about, in reel and rout Ancyent Marinere II And some in dreams assured were Ancyent Marinere II I saw a something in the Sky Ancyent Marinere III And all at once their breath drew in Ancyent Marinere III Are those her sails that glance in the Sun Ancyent Marinere III With never a whisper in the Sea Ancyent Marinere III My soul in agony. Ancyent Marinere IV Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Ancyent Marinere IV They mov'd in tracks of shining white; Ancyent Marinere IV Fell off in hoary flakes. Ancyent Marinere IV Sure I had drunken in my dreams Ancyent Marinere V I thought that I had died in sleep, Ancyent Marinere V And to and fro, and in and out Ancyent Marinere V It had been strange, even in a dream Ancyent Marinere V In the leafy month of June, Ancyent Marinere V But in a minute she 'gan stir Ancyent Marinere V How long in that same fit I lay, Ancyent Marinere V I heard and in my soul discern'd Ancyent Marinere V Two voices in the air, Ancyent Marinere V "In the land of mist and snow, Ancyent Marinere V As in a gentle weather: Ancyent Marinere VI That in the moon did glitter. Ancyent Marinere VI And in its time the spell was snapt, Ancyent Marinere VI Doth walk in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI In ripple or in shade. Ancyent Marinere VI In ripple or in shade. Ancyent Marinere VI Was red as in a glare. Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my head in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI In the red and smoky light. Ancyent Marinere VI The moonlight steep'd in silentness Ancyent Marinere VI In crimson colours came. Ancyent Marinere VI Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy Ancyent Marinere VI That he makes in the wood. Ancyent Marinere VI This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII And fell down in a fit. Ancyent Marinere VII And now all in my own Countree Ancyent Marinere VII But in the Garden-bower the Bride Ancyent Marinere VII All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother In gentle phrase, then bid me sing to you -- Foster-Mother Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Foster-Mother Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye Foster-Mother He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined Foster-Mother A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, Foster-Mother With holy men, nor in a holy place -- Foster-Mother They stood together, chained in deep discourse, Foster-Mother And once as he was working in the cellar, Foster-Mother Soon after they arrived in that new world, Foster-Mother In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, Foster-Mother Now wild, to bend its arms in circling shade, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite No common soul. In youth, by genius nurs'd, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In solitude. -- Stranger! these gloomy boughs Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In lowliness of heart. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. Nightingale In nature there is nothing melancholy. Nightingale Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell Nightingale Should share in nature's immortality, Nightingale In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Nightingale But never elsewhere in one place I knew Nightingale In wood and thicket over the wide grove Nightingale Glistning, while many a glow-worm in the shade Nightingale Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Nightingale To something more than nature in the grove) Nightingale Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, Nightingale In most distressful mood (some inward pain Nightingale Did glitter in the yellow moon-beam! Well -- Nightingale Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! Lewti I saw a vapour in the sky, Lewti O that she saw me in a dream, Lewti Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd: Female Vagrant And in his hearing there my prayers I said: Female Vagrant I read, and loved the books in which I read; Female Vagrant For books in every neighboring house I sought, Female Vagrant Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant Close by my mother in their native bowers: Female Vagrant Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed, -- Female Vagrant I could not pray: -- through tears that fell in showers, Female Vagrant We two had sung, like little birds in May. Female Vagrant And I in truth did love him like a brother, Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant He well could love in grief: his faith he kept; Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant Me and his children hungering in his view: Female Vagrant In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain: Female Vagrant Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep, Female Vagrant All that is dear in being! better far Female Vagrant In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine, Female Vagrant Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Female Vagrant In wood or wilderness, in camp or town, Female Vagrant In wood or wilderness, in camp or town, Female Vagrant All perished -- all, in one remorseless year, Female Vagrant In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main. Female Vagrant Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost! Female Vagrant Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,) Female Vagrant Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort, Female Vagrant In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd, Female Vagrant I heard my neighbors, in their beds, complain Female Vagrant Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised. Female Vagrant In every vale for their delight was stowed: Female Vagrant For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed. Female Vagrant In barn uplighted, and companions boon Female Vagrant In depth of forest glade, when jocund June Female Vagrant But ill it suited me, in journey dark Female Vagrant Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Female Vagrant In tears, the sun towards that country tend Female Vagrant In March, December, and in July, Goody Blake In March, December, and in July, Goody Blake All day she spun in her poor dwelling, Goody Blake -- This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire, Goody Blake And in that country coals are dear, Goody Blake Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake And there, at night, in frost and snow, Goody Blake 'Twas all in vain, a useless matter, Goody Blake Like a loose casement in the wind. Goody Blake There is a blessing in the air, Lines near my House And grass in the green field. Lines near my House In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Simon Lee Dwells in the hall of Ivor; Simon Lee -- The weakest in the village. Simon Lee And still there's something in the world Simon Lee Few months of life he has in store, Simon Lee O reader! had you in your mind Simon Lee A tale in every thing. Simon Lee The mattock totter'd in his hand; Simon Lee His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, Anecdote for Fathers Our quiet house all full in view, Anecdote for Fathers And graceful in his rustic dress! Anecdote for Fathers In very idleness. Anecdote for Fathers In careless mood he looked at me, Anecdote for Fathers His head he raised -- there was in sight, Anecdote for Fathers And feels its life in every limb, We Are Seven "How many? Seven in all," she said, We Are Seven "Two of us in the church-yard lie, We Are Seven "And in the church-yard cottage, I We Are Seven "Two of us in the church-yard lie, We Are Seven "If two are in the church-yard laid, We Are Seven "In bed she moaning lay, We Are Seven "So in the church-yard she was laid, We Are Seven "If they are two in Heaven?" We Are Seven "Their spirits are in heaven!" We Are Seven While in a grove I sate reclined, Lines in Early Spring In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Lines in Early Spring Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, Lines in Early Spring In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn And all had joined in one endeavour The Thorn Just half a foot in height. The Thorn In spikes, in branches, and in stars, The Thorn In spikes, in branches, and in stars, The Thorn In spikes, in branches, and in stars, The Thorn So fresh in all its beauteous dyes, The Thorn That's like an infant's grave in size, The Thorn A woman in a scarlet cloak, The Thorn When the blue day-light's in the skies, The Thorn "In rain, in tempest, and in snow, The Thorn "In rain, in tempest, and in snow, The Thorn "In rain, in tempest, and in snow, The Thorn "When the blue day-light's in the sky, The Thorn And if you see her in her hut, The Thorn "Whatever star is in the skies, The Thorn Nay rack your brain -- 'tis all in vain, The Thorn 'Tis said, a child was in her womb, The Thorn That in her womb the infant wrought The Thorn 'Twas worth your while, though in the dark, The Thorn And there sits in a scarlet cloak, The Thorn And then the wind! in faith, it was The Thorn Some say she drowned it in the pond, The Thorn By day, and in the silent night, The Thorn In distant countries I have been, Last of the Flock Weep in the public roads alone. Last of the Flock And in the broad high-way, I met; Last of the Flock And in his arms a lamb he had. Last of the Flock Hard labour in a time of need! Last of the Flock My pride was tamed, and in our grief, Last of the Flock God cursed me in my sore distress, Last of the Flock Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks -- Dungeon And it was in the English tongue. Mad Mother But, safe as in a cradle, here Mad Mother And in my head a dull, dull pain; Mad Mother The breeze I see is in the tree; Mad Mother As merry as the birds in spring. Mad Mother But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother We two will live in honesty. Mad Mother We'll find thy father in the wood. Mad Mother The owlet in the moonlight air, Idiot Boy Why are you in this mighty fret? Idiot Boy Oh! Betty she'll be in a fright. Idiot Boy No hand to help them in distress Idiot Boy Old Susan lies a bed in pain, Idiot Boy A woodman in the distant vale; Idiot Boy Whether he be in joy or pain, Idiot Boy An he is all in traveling trim, Idiot Boy Across the bridge that's in the dale, Idiot Boy He shakes the green bough in his hand. Idiot Boy Though Betty's in a mighty flurry, Idiot Boy And seems no longer in a hurry. Idiot Boy In Johnny's left-hand you may see, Idiot Boy And all his skill in horsemanship, Idiot Boy She sees him in his traveling trim; Idiot Boy And Johnny's in a merry tune, Idiot Boy Is in the middle of her story, Idiot Boy She sits, as if in Susan's fate Idiot Boy You plainly in her face may read it, Idiot Boy "As sure as there's a moon in heaven," Idiot Boy "As sure as there's a moon in heaven." Idiot Boy And Johnny is not yet in sight, Idiot Boy The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees, Idiot Boy And Betty's in sad quandary; Idiot Boy -- She's in a sad quandary. Idiot Boy "If he is hurt in life or limb" -- Idiot Boy "I fear you're in a dreadful way, Idiot Boy In high and low, above, below, Idiot Boy In great and small, in round and square, Idiot Boy In great and small, in round and square, Idiot Boy In tree and tower was Johnny seen, Idiot Boy In bush and brake, in black and green, Idiot Boy In bush and brake, in black and green, Idiot Boy She's past the bridge that's in the dale, Idiot Boy To hunt the moon that's in the brook, Idiot Boy Among the fern or in the gorse; Idiot Boy "Or in the castle he's pursuing, Idiot Boy Poor Betty! in this sad distemper, Idiot Boy And in his pocket bring it home. Idiot Boy And still and mute, in wonder lost, Idiot Boy In five months' time, should he be seen, Idiot Boy Of such we in romances read, Idiot Boy Your pony's worth his weight in gold, Idiot Boy And now, all full in view, she sees Idiot Boy Whether in cunning or in joy, Idiot Boy Whether in cunning or in joy, Idiot Boy Long Susan lay deep lost in thought, Idiot Boy She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy As ever was in Christendom. Idiot Boy The owls in tuneful concert strive; Idiot Boy For in the moon light he had been Idiot Boy -- Thus answered Johnny in his glory, Idiot Boy How rich the wave, in front, imprest Near Richmond And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond That in thy waters may be seen Near Richmond But in the milder grief of pity. Near Richmond "In a wise passiveness. Expostulation There's more of wisdom in it. Tables Turned He travels on, and in his face, his step, Old Man Travelling "And there is dying in an hospital." Old Man Travelling In sleep I heard the northern gleams; Forsaken Indian In sleep did I behold the skies, Forsaken Indian In two days more I must have died. Forsaken Indian In spite of all my weary pain, Forsaken Indian In the pain of my spirit I said, Convict But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze, Convict In the comfortless vault of disease. Convict "Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain, Convict Sent up, in silence, from among the trees, Tintern Abbey Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Tintern Abbey But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Tintern Abbey Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, Tintern Abbey In which the burthen of the mystery, Tintern Abbey In which the heavy and the weary weight Tintern Abbey In which the affections gently lead us on, Tintern Abbey In body, and become a living soul: Tintern Abbey In darkness, and amid the many shapes Tintern Abbey How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey To me was all in all. -- I cannot paint Tintern Abbey To look on nature, not as in the hour Tintern Abbey And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, Tintern Abbey In nature and the language of the sense, Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch Tintern Abbey My former pleasures in the shooting lights Tintern Abbey May I behold in thee what I was once, Tintern Abbey Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; Tintern Abbey To blow against thee: and in after years, Tintern Abbey Unwearied in that service: rather say Tintern Abbey
